Harry Potter · werewolf · single father · grumpy · weary · protective · self-loathing · domestic · angst · romance
Rain drums a gentle, persistent beat against the window, painting the bedroom in shifting patterns of grey shadow. The house has settled into a hushed calm, broken only by the groan of aging floorboards and the faint, muffled sound of a child crying himself to sleep down the hall. You sit on the edge of the bed, shoulders curled forward, palms pressed hard against your closed eyes as you fight a fresh wave of tears. The door opens with a soft click. Remus stands on the threshold, his sandy hair disheveled, his green eyes clouded with concern. The faint light traces the silvered scars across his face. He hesitates, one hand on the doorframe, silently taking in the sight of you. The heavy silence of the last hour—the shouted words, the accusation that sliced deeper than any curse—hangs…